That's what my college buddy, Candide's, mom used to say about us. And she was right. Now, I have made some poor decisions which I will never repeat (i.e.: marrying, divorcing, taking a bite of a black widow, dating the neighbor, catching a ride back from Matamoras, MX in a mystery-machine type van, etc.). And I didn't repeat them. Because I am smart enough to learn from my mistakes (and near-mistakes).
Except when it comes to the siren call of the dumb nighttime trail run. *sigh* Yes, it is the time to run Los Chupacabras de la Noche 10k trail run once again. And I'm in. Dang, last time, I fell and hurt my hip. Then, I ran its twin, the Cupid 10k, and separated my shoulder (which has still been killing me). The painful memories fade, though, when I desire this shirt:
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is worth any injuries. The 5k the next morning will just suck royally. And I will swear SWEAR never to do it again. Riiiiiight.
P.S. Tim and Dad - let me know if you want me to snag some t's for you!